Daddy rolling through a four-way Momma singing to a hymnal Wood paneled family car my nose up against the window Flashing cold beer sign, people all around Mom said don't pay them no mind, that ain't our kind of crowd
Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking) Wrong side of the tracks Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting Hell raising, crazy people
I found an old shoebox, I wasn't supposed to find Had written in a sharpie, Daytona 79 Saw momma in a two-piece hanging on a lifeguard stand Daddy had a beer in his right and something lit in his left hand They never talk about, the way they were way back then But damn I should have known, that they were some of them
Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking) Wrong side of the tracks Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting Hell raising, crazy people
We've all been there before Felt that good time kicking in Before this night is over We all might be some of them
Needing saving, late night chasing (longneck drinking) Wrong side of the tracks Lost inhibitions, strangers kissing, smoking out the back Back seat loving, fighting, cussing, music way too loud Bunch of heart breaking, money wasting Hell raising, crazy people Crazy people A bunch of crazy peopleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
